Changes (Taylor Caniff)

Part 13

I wake up alone.

I walk down the stairs and find a note on the counter.

"Jordan, meet me at the park at 12:00. -Taylor" it says. I smile and go to my room to get ready.

I put on my studded high waisted shorts and a MTV crop top with my black vans.

I straighten my blonde hair and put on my makeup.

Then I check my phone to see its 11:48.

I run out the door and walk to the park that is only a few blocks away. I feel the butterflies in my stomach as I get closer.

After a while I get the park. I see Taylor sitting on the swing. He looks so lonely.

I run up to him and sit on the swing next to him.

"Helllllo!" I say.

"Hey Jordan!" He says looking up.

"So what do you need." 

"Well.... Uh..... ok um well I have had these feelings for a while now a-and I just wanted to sa- uh ask you if like y-you.... uh..." Taylor try's to smile.

"Just say it, Tay." I say rubbing his shoulder.

He takes a deep breath and try's again. "Will you be my girlfriend?" He says softly.

Holy crap. Like H O L Y C R A P. I look at him in shock.

I sit there for a moment. I can't believe I'm doing this.

"Yes." I smile. I bring him into a tight hug.

*1 month*

It's been a month since Taylor and I were REALLY dating to be honest we aren't taking things slow.

"Hey babe there is a party tonight do you wanna go?" Taylor says walking into our room.

"Yeah!" I say laying on my stomach.

"Good!" He says and starts jumping on the bed.

"TAYLOR!" I yell above the noise of the bed.

I get up and laugh as we jump on together. This is the happiest I have been in years.

*skips getting ready*

Me and Taylor open the door to the smell of alcohol and loud music.

"Let's get a drink!" I yell over the music.

We grab beers and go back to the couch where the boys are and start talking.

After a while I feel kinda actually really drunk. I am sitting on the couch alone because Taylor said he would be back with another drink about an hour ago.

I get up and balance myself. I start to go into the kitchen to find Taylor. I immediately find him on a chair with girls all over him.

I drunkenly walk over to him and slap him in the face. "HOW COULD YOU?" I slur.

"Calm down Jordan." He says really drunk too.

"How can I when you are with these sluts?!? Take me home. Now" I yell.

I stomp to the car and slam the door. He gets in and drives off.

~skip car ride~

We get into an empty house and I stomp to our room. Taylor follows.

"You're a bitch." I scream at him.

"Actually I'm a man but okay." He laughs.

"Shut up."

"I'm good." Ugh. He is getting on my nerves.

I lunged myself at him and start smacking him.

He holds my hands together so I can't move anymore.

"Let me go, you bitch!" I scream. He just laughs.

"Stop laughing, you.... you bitch!" I yell.

"Stop calling me a bitch!" He yells back.

"Fine, hoe." I say.

"Look, I don't have a vagina. Okay?" He speaks loudly.

"Are you sure because your dick is so small I can't tell."

"You haven't even seen my dick. How would you know?" 

"What if I have? And I'm pretty sure it is a vagina"

"I think I would know if I bleed from my private once a month."

I then start attacking him once more. But this time he picks me up and kisses me roughly on the lips. I kiss back making a heated make out session.

He lays me on the bed and hovers over me. He kisses me on my neck and takes off his shirt. As well as me with mine.

"Oh my god." He laughs.

"What?" I say embarrassed.

"You're so basic you have lace bras from Victoria's Secret."

I smack him and kiss him more.

I unzip my shorts sliding them off. Along with Taylor's pants.

I spend no time taking off the rest of my clothes same with Taylor. 

I think you know what happens next.